heavenboy: переводы

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY38_DESC0=In the year of Our Lord 1830 the banners that the glorious army of the Brotherhood of Light carried during the final battle against Dracula were found on this very site.[[CR]]This memorial commemorates and celebrates that the Paladin Roland de Ronceval, commanding five-hundred thousand men, defeated the Prince of Darkness, freeing this land from the atrocious yoke that subjected it to horror and death for so long. No one returned from that battle. It is known that Roland de Ronceval managed to channel the power of the seven archangels through his battle cross. Historians still debate about whether he did so before or after Dracula exterminated the entire army.[[CR]]What we do know is that the energy released could be seen and heard for thousands of miles around. The castle was mostly reduced to ash and no one ever saw Dracula again. Let us give thanks for that.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY37_DESC0=On the exact spot of this memorial, what are known as the Chronicles of the Ancient Light were discovered 500 years ago. These apocryphal texts detail the horrific experiences of those who managed to escape from the claws of Dracula. Most of them lost their mind and parts of their bodies too, devoured by ghouls, vampires and harpies. These survivors soon died of the most awful infections and deliriums. However, a few miraculously managed to return safe and sound. Thanks to them, maps of the inside of the castle and precise tales of the horrors that took place inside were pieced together. It was the great Roland de Ronceval, Paladin of God, who made military use of those maps, gaining knowledge of the castle that, in hindsight, was crucial to defeating the Prince of Darkness.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY36_DESC0=From the Jericho unit, specialists in fighting supernatural threats, to the therapists at this hospital. With this memorial, the members of the team wish to express their admiration of the doctors, psychiatrists and workers at this mental hospital.[[CR]]The fight against supernatural threats requires paying a high price, often life itself and always the mental health of the soldiers. As regular clients of this establishment, we know of the dedication and professionalism of all the employees, to whom we owe our sanity and spiritual peace.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY35_DESC0=Memorial from the Mental Health workers guild to the heroes of the city. June 1910. We celebrate the construction of this magnificent hospital, which provides such an excellent and necessary service to the residents of our city.[[CR]]Despite the centuries that have gone by, the dark times of Dracula left a deep mark on the collective subconscious of the people. Such is the case that even today, centuries after the defeat of the Evil One by the Brotherhood, we still treat thousands of cases related to the irrational and uncontrollable fear of vampires and other creatures of the Night. Thanks to all those who fought and defeated Dracula, those fears will never again become reality.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY34_DESC0=From the architects' guild to the fathers of the city. Following the siege of Dracula's castle and his subsequent defeat, the site remained in ruins for at least two centuries. It took generations for the first colonists to dare set foot in a land considered to be cursed. In an act of bravery and reclaiming their memory, those colonists decided to establish themselves on the foundations of the destroyed castle, founding the colony that is our city today. As terrible as the events that occurred during the reign of Dracula were, the very existence of this city is proof of the strength, determination and invincibility of the human spirit.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY33_DESC0=From the city to the unknown soldier. There are no words in any language of the World, nor time enough in all Eternity, to express the gratitude of the inhabitants of this city and also of all mankind to the thousands of anonymous soldiers who fought and died in the vile and dark times of Dracula.[[CR]]From the fallen in the battle of Niflhel to the glorious victors of the final siege on the Castle, all deserve their place in History and a sincere prayer.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY32_DESC0=Tribute memorial to Andrбs de Wygol, soldier of the Brotherhood of Light. The descendants of the Wygols, deeply rooted in the city, wish to express and share with their neighbors and visitors their eternal admiration and gratitude to the brave Andrбs.[[CR]]This corner of the city will always be a place of mediation and seclusion; a place to celebrate that the Prince of Darkness was defeated forever by all those who fought and died so that we might live in peace today.[[CR]]Andrбs was one of them. His descendants could not be more proud of his bravery and sacrifice. Rest in peace.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY31_DESC0=This memorial was created for the construction of the city's Mental Hospital in 1902. During the foundation works for the building, a mass grave was discovered with thousands of skeletal remains of newborns.[[CR]]Until then, no one believed certain legends about the concubines of Dracula who, transformed into snakes, entered the houses of the towns around the castle and took away the babies. Now we know those horrible legends were true.[[CR]]Let this memorial be a tribute to all those who lived, suffered and died during those times of atrocity and despair.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY30_DESC0=Reginar de Camp fought and died with honor on this very spot. The detailed stories of his fight against the castle harpies served to inspire the warriors who, after him, defeated those horrible winged monsters.[[CR]]His contributions to the technique of aerial combat were key to the final victory over the forces of Darkness. Thanks to Reginar de Camp, today the Harpies are no more than a distant memory that will never return.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY29_DESC0=The chronicles tell us that Dracula himself faced the largest army that the Brotherhood of Light had ever brought together alone. Commanded by Roland de Ronceval, half a million men and countless machines and titans of war laid siege to the castle for months.[[CR]]One night, the Prince of Darkness himself appeared defiantly and froze the hearts of each and every one of the soldiers present there. Feeling that it was in his hands to end the war, Roland ordered the army to stand its ground and face Dracula alone. What happened then is one of the greatest mysteries in History.[[CR]]We know that Dracula was defeated because he was never seen again. We also know that the entire army was massacred because no one returned home. But above all, we know that we defeated the forces of Darkness.[[CR]]Roland de Ronceval destroyed the Evil One, paying tribute to his own life and that of his entire army. On this very spot, the golden helmet was found of God's Paladin, savior of the World, to whom we will always be indebted.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY28_DESC0=The large and prosperous Norwegian community in our city wants to pay tribute to one of their greatest heroes. Lost during the siege of the castle dungeons, Thorir left detailed descriptions of his encounters with the creatures of Darkness.[[CR]]Let this memorial serve to honor his memory and that of all those who fought and fell defending Good and Freedom against the forces of Darkness.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY27_DESC0=This street was once the heart of Dracula's castle. Destroyed by the Brotherhood of Light down to its foundations, today few places remain with structures standing from that time.[[CR]]The purpose of this memorial is that we never forget that the Inner Sanctum of the Prince of Darkness, the worst monster ever to walk the Earth, stood here.[[CR]]We were able to defeat him then. Today we are able to live in peace in the same place where he terrorized the World. It is undoubtedly the greatest victory of the human race over the forces of Darkness.[[CR]]Let us remember it, celebrate it and remain alert.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLSCITY_SCROLLCITY26_DESC0=The Battle of the Keeps took place not far from this memorial. A division of foot soldiers, protected by 50 priests, held under siege for three months the place from which what seemed to be endless legions of vampires came forth.[[CR]]General Channarong led the siege with such mastery that his maneuvers during that battle are studied today at military academies around the world. Today, there's not a trace left of the towers, but the catacombs of the city still hold countless reminders of that legendary battle.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLS_SCROLL13_DESC0=The narrow passageways forced us to advance in single file. I ordered them to go ahead to ensure that no one was left behind, and soon the unthinkable happened. I did not hear the clash of swords nor the sound of shields; only the muffled yell of the men that ended as suddenly as it had started.[[CR]]I still can't believe what my eyes are seeing. My men lie motionless, turned into tombs of stone in the shape of humans. What savage power could have condemned them?[[CR]]Perhaps it was their own commander who sentenced them with his final order. This old, guilty body does not deserve to live or to fight another day. I will remain here to accompany my brothers on their fateful journey, and warn whoever may read my words...[[CR]]... Run, fools!

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLS_SCROLL24_DESC0=When the creature with the brutal face found us and began to mutilate us, those of us who still had feet ran like the wind.[[CR]]Shortly after finding a hiding place, I stopped hearing the screams of my comrades. I prayed that their executioner would be distracted by their cadavers and would not notice the absence of mine.[[CR]]My wounds and fear keep me from getting up, but from here I can see its bird flying over the big tree. It doesn't seem to be a normal bird. It looks unusual and doesn't seem to behave like an animal. Its eyes transmit the obedience and cruelty of a demon. I think that, in some way, its master can see through them. If that's the case, I'm doomed.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLS_SCROLL23_DESC0=Shortly after entering the greenhouse, I noticed that something strange was happening inside. The tops of the trees swayed as one, though no wind was pushing them. An intoxicating smell seemed to flood everything and no sound, other than our own footsteps, could be heard around us.[[CR]]One of us, frantic, drew his weapon. He thought he had seen a face in one of the trees and he began cutting its trunk. That was when a whirlwind of leaves engulfed him, coloring the ground red with his blood, and the rest of the company began to panic. Some of them ran away, others simply disappeared, but Captain Robert and I stood our ground. Terrified, I looked to my superior for his orders, but all I found was the face of someone who had gone mad and sought to kill me. We drew, crossed our swords several times, and stabbed each other in the chest. I was fortunate enough to be able to hide and leave a record of the dangers that befell us before I lost my mind completely.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLS_SCROLL21_DESC0=I have found Sir Gerard. He hid outside the auditorium. He went mad and now refuses to go on. It seems that the old Toy Maker has been awoken and the Knights of the Brotherhood should bow down fearfully before him.[[CR]]Before his talking dolls! What threat could some wooden puppets and string pose?[[CR]]The lights are going out now.[[CR]]The curtain is opening, a melody begins to play and the presenter starts the show.[[CR]]I must wait here until the music stops... It wouldn't be polite to interrupt the show, even if one is to be the star of it.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLS_SCROLL19_DESC0=I have suffered greatly to keep my secret, but now I haven't got a hope of completing my mission to worry about the consequences of revealing it. No one has realized until now that I am actually a woman. I infiltrated the army to find my fiancй, who left me standing at the altar to answer the sudden call of duty. The last thing I know is that he enlisted in the Brotherhood as a scout and that this castle was his last destination before he disappeared.[[CR]]In the last few days, as I dragged my heavy armor through these filthy passageways, I have had enough time to think about what I will say to him when I find him:[[CR]]"Hilbert, you were never the most devout man and you always criticized the inefficiency of the army. If you thought I'd believe your lies, you were quite wrong. I have come back to ensure you never return and to make it clear that I've found a man who does not judge my beauty as cruelly as you did."

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLS_SCROLL18_DESC0=My hands are still shaking and my heart is still beating furiously in my chest. The Horn of Bromios is blowing near here, calling the creatures of the night.[[CR]]So often we prayed when it resounded in the valleys, begging that our village was not the target. Terror floods me now one last time with the certainty that I will die in a vile and cruel feast.[[CR]]The Castle is shaking to its very foundations, the beasts are coming together to hunt, and I am trapped at the meeting point. All I have left is to hope they are hungrier than they are thirsty for violence; that they take less pleasure in my pain than in my flesh.

→TRAVELER_BOOK_LORE_SCROLLS_SCROLL17_DESC0=I curse my name for having insulted the camp healer! Because of her evil eye I am trapped at the top of this tower.[[CR]]When I scratched my arm, the captain thought I was volunteering, and when I finally got here, a trapdoor blocked my way.[[CR]]My sword broke when I tried to pry my way out, and I can't even alert anyone, as the lookout's horn fell into the depths long before, as I was climbing. I resigned myself to waiting for my comrades to rescue me, but after three days and three long nights, I've still received no word from them.[[CR]]A colony of bats has been flying over me for hours now. Each time I fall asleep due to exhaustion, I wake up with dozens of them standing on me, draining my blood with their sharp fangs through my armor. I scare them off again and again, but they always return. I'm afraid the next time I close me eyes will be the last.